Classic Poem

I saw the image of the Name.
The loins and robe were amber bright,
The waist was girt about with light,
And all above was dazzling flame.

It reached the likeness of a hand,
And bore me 'twixt the earth and sky
To where an idol brazens nigh
The holy fane of Judah's land;

And showed me all the evil ways
Of Zion, lost in unbelief,
And wandering from grief to grief,
From guilt to guilt, in blinded maze.

I saw the under courts of sin,
The hidden shrines of carven lies,
The darkling vaults of imageries,
And Judah worshipping therein;

The chosen ancients of our race,
The hallowed seventy, kneeling there,
With solemn eyes and silver hair,
While incense clouded all the place;

Judean maids with humbled head
And ashen locks and rended vest,
Who cut the arm and beat the breast
In wicked wail for Tammuz dead;

Yea, men within the holy gate,
Who reverenced the star of day,
And turned their senseless gaze away
From Yahveh's choir and templed state.

Then said the Holy One, " Behold!
Thou seest what my people do:
Therefore I will not spare nor rue,
But smite them fiercely, young and old. "